Cover Reveal Now Leaving Sugartown, Sugartown series by Carmen Jenner

Pepper
Ryan grew up the troublesome, spoiled child of a rock god. With her
less-than-stellar parentage, and the bipolar disorder that has plagued her
existence, to say this little firecracker is a handful would be the
understatement of the century.

Sammy Belle
spent more than half his life saving Pepper. He’d been her strength, her
sanity, and the protective brotherly figure she never wanted to have.

They were never meant to be
together.

They gave in anyway.

And
just when Sammy thought he had everything he wanted, Pepper ran.

Now
twenty-three, Pepper returns to Sugartown, a failed tattoo artist with one too
many screws loose who’s down on her luck, wielding an ice cream van as beaten
up as her heart.

Sugartown’s
most coveted bachelor has always been content with the quiet life he leads
until Pepper, the hellion from his past, returns to test his strength, his
patience, and perhaps even his sanity. But two can play at that game, and
Pepper is about to learn that Sam can give as good as he gets.

Can
this good country boy survive Pepper’s cruel city world, or will the whole
thing be put down to a bout of temporary insanity?

One
thing is for certain:

He’s crazy about her.

She’s just crazy.

Warning: Intended for an
18+ audience. Contains sexual content, oodles of profanity, a firefighter so
hot you may need a very cold shower, and one pink-haired crazy Harajuku girl.

I stare at Sammy for entirely too long. He absentmindedly
brushes a hand over his chin, an attempt to remove crumbs that aren’t there.
Because why the hell else would I be staring at him like I wanted to give birth
to his giant, Viking children?

“What?”

“You’re a lollipop man and you work in a nursing home?”

“Yeah.” He mutters around a mouth full of bread.

“You’re like mother fucking Teresa.”

“Don’t start. Jake gives me enough shit over this stuff.”

Jake lets out a chuckle that has me impaling him with a
single look. “You haven’t even heard the best part yet.”

“There’s more? What, did he create the fucking universe?”

“Sam’s a volunteer firefighter.”

OH. MY. EXPLODING. OVARIES.

I think I just
came a little.

“Was, a volunteer firefighter. Now they pay me for it. And I
don’t think you can claim sainthood from an occupation.”

“Dude. See that? That glazed over look in her eyes right
there? This is why you need to be telling bitches that shit when we go out to
pick up. Look at her, right now she’s imagining sliding down your fireman’s
pole. I’m telling ya, you gotta use that shit, man. It’s fucking gravy, baby.”
He laughs again, and then says, “Or baby gravy, depending on which way you look
at it.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sammy says.

Something occurs to me just then. Sam is a fireman. Okay
just for a second, put aside the fact that you’re imagining those rock hard abs
all greased up and covered in soot, and ash, and splashed all over the month of
January, and think about this. Sam is a fireman. Fireman S—“Holy shit!” I
exclaim, so loud that every pair of eyes in the room turn to look at me “You’re
fireman Sam! We used to watch that show?” I implore, and then, because I don’t
feel I’ve made enough of an arse of myself I sing the theme song,finishing with a pointed, “You
are the hero next door!”

She's also a compulsive,
flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.

While Sugartown may not
technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and
just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn't
have an Elijah Cade, though.